The Russellville Democrat., 1887-06-08

thing. There seemed to be nothing doing; and each person looked wist fully on bis ncighbor as if to say, have you heard?
 Suddenly, as I walked, an angel form was wltii me, glding softly by my side. The face was solemn, se- rene and calm. Above the forehead was pale, tremulous phosphorous radiance of light. purer than any on earth--a light of a quality so differ ent from that Of the street lamps my celestial attendant seemed to move in sphere alone.
 Yet, though I felt awe, I felt sort of confiding love as 1 said, ''Tell me, is it really true? Is Christ cotningY
 "He is" said the angel. "To-mor- row He will be herer'
 "What joyr' I cried.
 "Is it joy?" said the angel. "Alas, to many in this city It is only terrorl Come with me-
 Tn moment I seemed to be stand ing with him in parlor of one of the chief palaces of the city. A stout, norid, bald headed man was seated at a table covered with papers, which he was sorting over with nervous anxiety, muttering to himself as he did so. On sofa lay sad looking, delicate woman, her emaciated hands clasped over little book. The room was, in all it's appointments a witness of boundless wealth. Gold and silver, and gems and foreign furniture, and costly pictures and articles Of vIRTU every thing that money could buy-were heaped to- gether; and yet the man himself seemed to me to have been neither elevated nor refined by the confu ence of all these treasures. He seemed nervous and uneasy. He wiped the sweat from hls brow and spoke:
 II don't know, wife how you feel, but 1 don't like this news. don't understand It. It puts stop to everything that l know anything about"
 70 Johnp' said the woman, turn ing toward him face pale and ferv- ent, and clasping her hands, "how can you say SOP
 And as she spoke I could see breaking out above her head a trem ulous light, like that above the brow of an angel.
 "Well, Mary, it's the truth. 1 don't want to meet--well, l wish He would put it of. What does He want of me? I'd be wiling to make over--well, three millions, to found an hospital if He'd be satisfied and let me go on. Yes, I'd give three millions-to buy off from him to. morrow"
 'Is He not our best friend?"
 "Best Friendr' said the man, with look of half fright, half anger. "Mary, you don't know what you're talking about? You know 1 always hated those things. There's no use in it; can't see into them. In fact, I hate them.''
 She cast on him look full of pity. "Cannot l make you see?' she sad.
 ''No, indeed you can't. Why, look here" he added, pointing to the pa pers, here is what stands for mil lions! Tonight it's mine; and to- morrow It will be all so much waste paper; and then what have l leftf Do yoa think 1 can rejoice? I'd give half; I'd give--yes, the whole, not to have Him come these hundred years" She stretched out her thin hand toward him, but he pushed it back.
 "Do you see?' said the angel to me solcinnly; "between him and her there is q great gulf fixed. They have lived Tn one house with that gulf between them for yearsl She cannot go to him; he cannot come to her. To morrow she will rise to Christ as dewdrop to the sun; and he wiIl call to the mountains and rocks to iall on hlm not because Christ hates him, but because he hates Christ"
 Again the scene was changed We stood together in little low attic, lighted by one small lamp how poor it was--a broken char, a rekety table, q bed in the corner where the little ones were cuddling close to one another for warmth.